Everyday the fears increase, making me feel that life should cease, making me sleep in tears. I've been in this jail for years.
I've tried to get out of it alone, without any help. But now it seems that I can't do that anymore. I'm waiting for someone to open the jail's door, and let me free.
I'm waiting for someone who can change me. I want someone to hold my hand, and teach me courage, so he can escapes me out of this wreckage
Talents inside me are hidden, even no one knows that I write poems. They are buried in a person who is stuck in a jail of fears.
.....That’s exactly how people with anxiety feel, they live in fears💔..